“Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
Lips pressed against my ear and the tip of his tongue brushed the shell. “For me to make you beg?”
Voice trembling, I answered, “Yes.”
I couldn’t decide if it was nerves or excitement sparking through my legs.
Heat burned my lower belly as I waited for more of Isaac’s touch. His breath danced across my nipples, moving down my torso to the apex of my thighs. Nothing else happened, and I resisted the urge to squirm, anything to satisfy the pounding pulse between my legs.
“What’s your record?”
“My record?” I moved my head as if I could see him through the blindfold.
“How many orgasms have you had in one night?”
I hoped he couldn’t see my blush. “One.”
“One?” Was that incredulity in his tone? “That’s not even a challenge.”
“I don’t under—” His mouth closed over my nipple and I gasped. Teeth scraped my sensitive skin and it hurt just enough to make me whimper.
Isaac sucked harder, flicking his tongue against my breast and increasing the pressure of his bite. Then he pulled away and I searched for him with my hand.
“Keep your hands to yourself, Tara. It’s my turn right now.”
The barest brush of fingertips tickled across my skin. There was no pattern to his touch—arms, thighs, breast, cheek—and it drove me mad. He kissed a line from my sternum to my belly button, pausing over my core and breathing in deeply. I flushed at the brazen move, even as it stoked the fire building inside of me.
What Isaac was doing was torment. There was an electrifying sensation when he touched me. My need became so intense I felt crazy, gasping and shuddering every time he grazed over my nipple or caressed my legs.
Finally—he used both hands to part my thighs, spreading them wide. A guttural sound ripped from him at the sight of me. He dragged a knuckle through my slick, the intensity of his own desire thrumming against me. That finger circled gently over myclit and I jerked up. The orgasm hit sharp and fast, leaving me aching for more.
As soon as I cried out my ecstasy Isaac stopped, leaving me to chase him with my hips. He took those hips in his hands and flipped me over, pressing my head into the pillow. His cock rubbed up against my core, then moved higher, sliding along my ass.
I jumped forward in surprise and he chuckled. “Never done that either, huh?”
“Don’t plan to.” I mumbled self-consciously into the pillow.
He pressed there again. “I think you’d like it.” A hand came around the side of my hip, fingers sliding through my wetness. I couldn’t hold in my moan. The combination of sensation was overstimulating but somehow it made me ache even more.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” His voice was a deep vibration against my body. “The image of me taking you like this. You shouldn’t want it this much.” More pressing and he was so close to sliding inside of me. My heart was pounding violently in all of my most sensitive places and another moan escaped.
Would I tell him to stop? Something about Isaac made me feel daring. I was curious to see what he would do next.
“You would be so tight.” He slipped a finger inside of my core, another gliding across my clit. “And you would come so hard knowing you used every part of your body to please me.”
The audacity of this man.
Those words were my undoing. I trembled with the most earth-shattering orgasm I’d ever experienced. My muscles gave out, melting into the bed as I gasped and writhed.
Just when I thought there was no topping this feeling, Isaac stopped his teasing and slid into my clenching core. “Fuck. I live for this.”
But not with me. He lives for this moment with anyone. He lives for the control.The thought came sharply and suddenly, momentarily pulling me from my daze.
I shoved those thoughts away. I could do this with any man too.
“Isaac!” I couldn’t catch my breath as he thrust in and out.